The Fall of Icarus

by Ovid

why do you, Minos, punish my crime, when it has brought you victory?

Tell me, do my words reach your ears, or do those same winds that speed your ships carry away my pleas, you ungrateful wretch, and make them vain?

I am not surprised that Pasiphae preferred her bull to you: of the two, you were the more savage.

He took the crown from her forehead and set it as a constellation in the sky, to bring her eternal glory.